Chapter 22: Dream Sex 3
"Please take me," I said. "I cannot hold out anymore."
Garrett removed his finger and his mouth and Jacob immediately took up his slack. Garrett slid off his pants and what stood before me was the biggest I had ever seen, his essence already covering the entire head. I wanted to touch it but my hands were still tied above me. His hazel eyes had darkened to almost black. He ripped open the condom, tore away the remaining silk wrap covering me and kissed me deeply. Jacob worked behind me, picking up everything Garrett had set down. Hands were everywhere on my body simultaneously. Between their fingers, mouths and words I had no choice but to give myself over completely.
"Are you ready baby?" Jacob’s voice was calm and steady against my ear. "Just breathe. Follow my lead. I promise it will not hurt. I am right here every single step."
"Okay," was all I could say. My body was a ball of fire and I needed them to put it out. I would have done absolutely anything to make the heat stop. The warmth had slicked the front of my hair against my face and Jacob touched the side of it gently, kissing the corners of my temple like something precious.
I felt my feet being released from the ropes.
Before I could adjust to the ground Garrett had my feet in his hands, kneading them carefully, his fingers moving from the soles to the tops and back. His palms worked the arches in slow deliberate strokes all the way to my toes. Now. Nobody warned me that having your feet massaged after being suspended could be that particular kind of erotic. Nobody mentioned that at all.
Jacob pulled the chain bar down toward Garrett who grabbed it and released the mechanism holding my wrists. He untied them quickly and kissed each wrist the moment they were free.
"Garrett is going to make them feel better," Jacob whispered, pulling my earlobe gently between his teeth. "So beautiful," he said.
Garrett drew my fingers slowly into his warm mouth one at a time, his tongue massaging each joint with patience, releasing and relaxing everything the ropes had tightened. It was the most unexpected thing and somehow the most intimate. When he finished he kissed up each arm, working the muscles all the way to my neck and then my lips. I wrapped my arms around him.
"You were right Jacob," Garrett said against my mouth. "She has no idea how long we have dreamed about this."
He kissed me playfully, biting my lip until the kiss deepened. I felt my lower half being lifted like an offering as Jacob positioned me over Garrett and pressed me down slowly.
I screamed as he entered me inch by inch.
Words left me completely. When they came back I said, "Oh God it feels so good. Show me Garrett. Show me how you are going to make me cum." I saw the challenge register in his eyes as a slow smile spread across his lips. He moved me from Jacob’s arms and held me against him, balancing me on his manhood, each inch filling me completely as my head fell back into Jacob’s waiting hands behind me. Jacob kissed me as Garrett set a slow equable rhythm that started another orgasm into motion immediately.
This man had the nerve, the audacity, the unmitigated patience to keep a perfectly steady pace while I was falling apart completely.
"I need to cum," I said breathlessly against Jacob’s lips. "Please Jacob let me cum again." Garrett never changed his pace. My body arched as Jacob held my back and Garrett gripped my hips and backside, balancing me suspended just above the floor, the constant friction of each stroke against my pearl doing things to me that I had no language for. I begged Jacob with my eyes. I could feel my essence running down my legs.
"Kiss him Cadence," Jacob said. "And I promise your release."
I turned toward Garrett. Sweat was forming at his hairline. I leaned forward and licked it and that single action set off a chain reaction that slowed the entire universe down. Everything that had been moving fast became slow and precise and my senses sharpened to a point I had never experienced.
Garrett kissed me. As it deepened I felt Jacob slowly and skillfully enter me from behind.
The thin skin separating both of them went into complete overdrive.
I want you to understand that nothing in my twenty one years of life had prepared me for that feeling. From the front and the back simultaneously, the sensation of being completely filled, of being held between two people who both wanted nothing but to give my body exactly what it needed, was something I genuinely do not have words for. I will try anyway and fall short and you will have to forgive me.
"Damn," I heard both of them say at the same time.
They moved together, each taking turns and working in rhythm until I was entirely unraveled. In one synchronized movement they both pushed every inch of themselves forward and I felt it pierce somewhere deep and essential. We all cried out together. The feeling that washed through us was not something I had a category for. We were connected in a way I had not imagined was possible.
I heard myself weeping.
Real tears. Running down my face while pleasure ran through every part of me. I touched the ceiling of something and came back down changed. At that exact moment I was finally, completely, indescribably alive and free.
A dream deferred.
I jumped out of bed.
Every inch of my body was soaking wet. The sheets were glued to my skin. My hair was slicked flat with curls at the ends. My breathing was uneven and desperate and I ran straight to the bathroom and closed the door behind me like something was chasing me.
I looked in the mirror.
My face was flushed and blotchy. The particular kind of blotchy that tells on you immediately. I touched my warm skin and the ache between my legs was real and present and not going anywhere.
How had a dream done this to me?
I turned on the shower and set it to cool. Stripped off the wet clothes and stepped in. The water helped temporarily. Temporarily. The ache between my breasts and between my legs stayed exactly where it was, stubborn and insistent and completely unimpressed by cold water.
I reached for my breasts trying to relieve the pressure. Nothing happened.
I slid my fingers between my legs. One felt insufficient. Like my body was actively rejecting the offering. I tried two and used my other hand on my breasts simultaneously, moving both hands in rhythm trying to manage the overwhelming sensation taking over my body. I closed my eyes trying to bring them back. Garrett and Jacob. The pleasure they had promised and delivered. The feeling of being completely held and completely filled at once.
They would not come back no matter how hard I tried.
The anguish was suffocating. I cried right there in the shower, actual tears mixing with the water, my voice drowned out by the constant flow as my body refused to give me the release it had just shown me was possible. The harder I tried the more it stayed just out of reach.
I slid down the shower wall.
I sat there and breathed. And remembered their voices. Evan. Robert. Garrett. Jacob. Each one of them saying something that had settled into my body and stayed there. I let the voices come back one by one. Let the water hit every sensitive place. Let the memory do the work my fingers could not.
Minutes later my voice cracked on the way up and could not find its way back down for a moment.
Then it returned. Just a whisper.
"God help me please," I said as my orgasm finally, mercifully, subsided.
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